♧Adrian♧
I knew she wasn't back because I didn’t hear her door open. She probably didn’t even know my bedroom was just a couple of doors away from hers. And that was a good thing.
I couldn’t trust a stranger in my house. What if she tried to sneak out in the middle of the night or did something else I wouldn’t like?
I was decent enough not to put a camera in her room, but I still needed to know whenever she left. So, I found another way.
I stepped out of the bathroom, drying my damp hair with a towel. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen lighting up. I glanced at it but didn’t bother reaching for it.
Walking toward my closet, I grabbed a T-shirt, pulled it over my head, and sat on the bed. Should I go to sleep or stay up until she was back?
She had left two hours ago. Grabbi
